Streets Education, Pt. 2 Lyrics

The bros like, they be tellin' me like

You gotta chill out, you be givin' them niggas too much game

I be tellin' them niggas like

They gotta feel me, I gotta give it to em

If we see a drought them loads comin' in a brinks truck

He ain't got motion he can't be no kin to us

Work every day till I'm tired and I throw up

Sippin' medicine, I pour some more up

Ballin' hard man, I gotta go pro once

Niggas bums, they gotta use GoFund

We then fucked up racks we want millies

Pretty sediti, bitch, yes, you won't kick it

I done came from the spot where they trappin', they get it

Bread Runner gang, yeah, I scream it religions

I done took the risk, nigga payed momma rent

Police and officers, that shit ain't no stoppin' me

Smokin' so healthy, my weed, it be broccoli

Look at my pockets, it look like Monopoly

I ain't gon' cap, everything I talk, I done seen

Seen a nigga get chained down in Celine

Don't be the next victim, we got them oozes

Gettin' cold shoulders just like I'm Lil uzi

All my aunties be preachers, I still be sinnin

Do anything just to feed all my siblings

Running these beats cause I'm chasin' a million

I done stood on that block and I had to jump fences

Air Force or Timbs, I'm comin' so trim

Put that shit on every day, yeah, I'm him

Hold up, I ain't finished

I ain't stoppin' cause I gotta get my momma a Bentley

Hustle on repeat, this shit is relentless

Ain't stoppin', no more goolsby kids, they got children

Some niggas say fuck em', I wanna go kill em

Got love for the niggas who post in the trenches

The bitches give hugs, the gangsters show love

I walk out on stage and I'm tearing it up

Couple hundred thousand dollar plays off a iPhone

Don't bark up this tree, lil' nigga, you can get your mind blown

I'm an artist, this trap shit is in me

SRT Chargers, we swapped out, them hemi's me

Bad pretty bitches, they wanna get near me

Bad pretty bitches, they wanna come feel me

Bad pretty bitches, they wanna come lick me

Bad pretty bitches, they wanna go ride

2020, I had one hell of a run

2021, I had ran out more bucks

And then COVID hit, now my pockets wasn't sick

2022, I had got to content

I had fucked up my sack, runnin' with a bitch nigga

My ex, she probably got a nigga with figures

But no, I ain't trippin', shit, this just a game

2023, I'm goin bron James

Tell the industry, they gotta come pay me

Snap on every beat, just like I'm lil baby

The bitches who left, yeah, they spendin' the block

They see a young, rich nigga gettin' that guap

We ain't focused on bitches, goin' straight to the top

Them niggas were motion we never gone flop

Tucked in my pants, I keep me in glocks

He can get popped

Reach for this water, that nigga be drownin

She looked at my neck and she turned to a fountain

So many numbers, gotta get her accountant

Keep stackin' and stackin it turn to a mountain

Buildin' this empire, we steady keep climbin

See CLO he keep him a whole lotta green

And Cozy Co throwin' them fits he so

All my niggas be dapper I ain't shoppin' no shien

I just one take this bitch, I ain't givin' no hook

Take him to school, I can write him a book

This that street education

I just ran out of patience for niggas who hatin

Ain't gettin' no paper, wanna speak on the streets

Well come ask OG Reese, cause that nigga a monster

Was born in this shit, I just jumped in the game

It ain't come with a script

The last young real nigga up in this bitch